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a chain and I don't do it for the fame these blood
stains ain't a game rip your spine up out the skin
and go to tell your next kin kill them one by one
of flowers that breathe
Jet-lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep
Although my blood shot whites and irises they never find any
Clock stops at times
black tee, Ball in his black tee
It ain't just me pimping we all got a black tee
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
And I got a 1-2 Bun
Got 36 O's for the 2-1
really his beef, it was his celly's shit
Blood everywhere, teeth knocked out
Busted his mouth, somebody shout (goofy ass nigga, player)
Next thing you
cross
Sauce from his blood give me sight to the future
But you know now that the sight is lost
Upper ranking demon I'm a fiend and I can't get off
the fucking cross
Sauce from his blood give me sight to the future
But you know now that the sight is lost
Upper ranking demon I'm a fiend and I can't get off
your sake, that in your face they never squeeze
Bitter like the taste of lemon
Blood really stain the teeth
Bodies (
)lie in heaps, a ladder
look
I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH!!)
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face
A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I
branches, toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature don't expect me to apologize
Surgical with it.
you knew what is brewing
They're coming……
Paralyzed. Crawling inside me. Lifetimes in 3 years of the parasitic worms have altered the essence of my
grab a wrench from it and swing it like that
I'm about to see how you will spit your teeth out
And don't you please scream loud unless you wanna bleed
an arsehole fanny, played the bully uncanny
No pity as he head butts, no tears shed but
Three teeth dead but, all blood red but,
I could’ve saved that, many
of liters of blood
It doesn't run it just flows like a chunk
Selling my soul to make all of them run
Track them by tears with this loaded up gun
Shoot
Four dogs, snarling, growling, teeth gleaming in Delphic
moonlight, had us squared. The square of dogs stood
at the edges of the circled temple:
your teeth at[00:34.83]Bitch I'm done stacking chicken nigga, where the fuck the beef at[00:38.03]We ain't come to fight little nigga, bitch ain't no
of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pocket
My man who just did a bid said you haven't tried it don't knock it
I wear the rings
and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear
S***'s official, only, the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog,
this thought and I'II break your walls
I'll be punching hard until I see the sky over the fucking rooftops
With blood in my knucles
Smile on our faces
and then she complains of not finding the tot-measure at home/
Vers 1
Bring jydie dop/ dan ry hy die vlok/ kry by my die stock/ dankbaar sysie kok/ en kry
think I'm vice but they know me by a bloodhound
Let me set my glock down
The heavy shit like three-pound
Fuckin wit a Treesh, I only snag her for
teeth like Slick Rick
Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh
Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit
The high
space till brought up by my harness trace
Give up give up there's no point in going on
Three weeks I staggered on across the ice
Then a cairn of snow by
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